~YULIA
A voice in my head was telling me that this was a mistake, but I knew that it was just fear speaking.
I had no idea how we were going to go about this but I was confident in Issa’s plan. It was midnight and the only sound in the room was Mile’s munching loudly on the Pizza Issa ordered.
“Where are they located?” Jamal asked. “And how the hell did you get this information?” He demanded from Issa who was gazing meditatively into nothing as he slowly paced the room.
He stopped pacing and turned to glare at Jamal with a piercing cold look in his eyes. “Jamal,” he began. “I am sure that in your years of being a detective, no one has ever told you or asked you how and when to do your job, please do not ask me how to be a Lycan, I find it insulting.”
I covered my mouth to hide my smile. The banter between the two of them always made me laugh.
“Finding information about criminals is not part of being a Lycan, that’s detective work,” Jamal retorted.
“So, why did you not get the information of these criminals, detective?” Issa asked. “I know, because you did not know where to look.”
“Or maybe it is because you keep holding out on me when we should actually be cooperating,” Jamal accused.
“Almost like they are old married couples,” Miles whispered and I stifled a laugh that wanted to escape my throat.
“I am not deaf, Beta,” Jamal coldly said.
“Can we please get back to the issue at hand?” I asked. “Which is baiting me to rapist and drug dealing biker gangs.”
“It is not my fault our detective is going through a bout of low self-esteem, thereby interrupting my thought provcess,” Issa said and I shook my head at how vain he could be.
“Just give us the location,” Jamal grumbled.
“We are going to a place called Death Valley, it is a bar situated deep in the outskirts of the city,” Issa said.
Jamal stood up and dropped the files. “Let us go.”
I got up, so did Miles.
“You are not going dressed like that,” Issa said, looking at Jamal’s outfit with disdain. “We must blend in,” he added.
“You are not saying that we should dress up as bikers, are you?” Jamal asked in disbelief.
“They will know you are a cop just from looking at you alone,” Issa replied. “So, yes we are going as bikers.”
Jamal scoffed. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” He muttered. “I do not have leather jackets and pants.”
“It is okay, you can wear one of mine,” Issa said with a shrug. He looked at Miles and nodded in approval. His beta was dressed like a biker anyways.
He turned to me and gazed at me from head to toe. I loved the way his forest green eyes roamed my body hungrily. “All you need are leather boots and jackets, then we are good to go.”
I was in a black fitted jean and a black sleeveless top.
“Be right back,” I said and raced upstairs to my room.
I opened the closet and fished out an appropriate leather jacket that said ‘I am a badass biker bitch’ then I went to the shoe rack and stuffed my feet into a pair of knee-length leather heeled boots.
I left my leather unzipped and raced back downstairs. I found Jamal in a black leather jacket. It fitted him well with his lumberjack boots.
Issa was already wearing an all-black ensemble, so he would fit right in. It was as if he had planned for this before Jamal came.
“Alright, I will go get the car,” Jamal said and he headed for the door.
“Seriously, cars?” Issa said with a disapproving frown.
“Please, do not tell me we are actually going on motorcycles?” Jamal asked with irritation in his voice.
“What part of blending in do you not understand? What kind of cop are you?” Issa spat.
“I do not have a motorcycle, Issa, what do you intend to do about that?” Jamal asked.
Issa smiled. “I am a Lycan, I got you covered,” He replied and led us into his large garage.
“Having a fleet of motorcycles has nothing to do with your status as a Lycan,” muttered Jamal as he followed Issa.
“You might want to curb it down a little on the low-self-esteem, detective, and just get on with the plan,” Issa taunted.
Miles whistled as he saw different types of sleek looking motorcycles.
“Wait, you do know how to ride a bike, right?” Issa mocked Jamal.
Jamal scoffed and deftly caught a key Issa threw at him. Issa reached into his jacket and handed me a pair of dark shades.
“For the wind,” he said.
I put them on and climbed a motorcycle of his choosing and he slid in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his chiselled torso and rested my head on his shoulder.
The three werewolves ignited their bikes and the engine roared loudly to life. I felt like the whole house was vibrating with the raw powers from the bikes.
Issa led the way and the beta and the detective followed his lead. In no time, we were speeding down the road. We raced past cars and traffic signs and it was exhilarating the way the wind blew my hair. I felt a rush unlike any other.
We zoomed into the city and I saw the city from a whole new perspective. I saw the skyscrapers and hot dog stands. I giggled as Issa deftly and dangerously swerved in and out of moving cars. Some drivers honked at his reckless riding but he did not slow down. He was the king of the night. He was not bothered by something as mundane as traffic signs and rules.
Soon, we were at the outskirts and there was nothing but the wide-open road and the deserted dry lands. At the horizon of the night sky ahead of us, we saw a lone building glowing in the darkness.
It was Death Valley welcoming us into its bosom of darkness.